What it felt like sitting in that closed and darkened room.
If it felt like betrayal.
All those promises:
It was my fault.
My sins sent my God to die.
I see those words and something breaks inside me.
I am a very broken person.
We are a broken people, and people of unclean lips. We always want an eye for an eye.
And blood brings healing.
Blood must spill through a wound to clean out the dirt.
Blood was spilled for my dirt
All that crap that is in my brokenness-
it is why blood was spilled-
why body was broken.
We see grace and love and mercy.
This is the crux of that day-
He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed.
1 Peter 2:24
The death that shook the cosmos-
to show us grace.
It's all grace.